But I got a completely unrelated email from Facebook a few weeks ago. Are you familiar with Causes? Its a little application where you can join groups to show your support. I support numerous law enforcement causes, one for breast cancer research and the ALS Association among others.
This email basically said, "Hey! We see you have a birthday coming up! Why not ask your friends to make a donation to one of your Causes instead of buying you a gift?"
I was all, "Hey - cool idea! An actual purpose for Facebook! Let's do it!"
So I filled out all the questions they asked, like my birthdate (which I didn't get - I mean, wouldn't they already know that?), which cause I selected and how much I was asking folks to donate. Their suggestion was that you ask for $20 if you're turning 20, $36 if you're turning $36, so I stuck with the default. In my case, $31.
The last page allowed you to select how often a note would go to the list of friends you selected asking for dough, and how often you wanted your status to be updated with a link for donations. I basically selected the default and understood that the app would change my status automatically for me at given intervals - no big thing.
Only when my status was updated it said something like this:
What the bloody fark?!? I'm not going to be 40.
If you clicked the link, it took you to a page that said:
Colleen turns 31 on February 18!
In honor of her birthday, grant her birthday wish by donating $31 to ALS Research
Well, what the hell. Its probably a fluke. Right?
Only the next time it updated it still said I was going to be 40. So I updated my status in retaliation.
Blasted Facebook changed it back.
So I changed it again.
In the mean time, I started to get lots of wishes to enjoy my 40th birthday.
WOULD YOU BELIEVE FACEBOOOK CHANGED MY STATUS FOUR TIMES YESTERDAY?!?
When I got home from a very lovely birthday dinner that included margaritas as big as your head (which I sometimes need to survive dinner with my family) it had been updated AH-GAIN.
When you do turn 40, you're officially a grown up. I figure that gives me nine years.
To which my best friend's fiance replied:
Just when I thought all the "fun" was over, I logged in this morning (cuz those Little Green plants don't send themselves) I just about pissed my pants.
Moral of the story? Don't fight with Facebook.
Facebook always wins.
See, I really don't care that everyone sees how old I am. If I had just turned 40 you'd better believe I would have been wearing a tiara and feather boa at my desk. Hell, what am I saying? I would have taken the damned day off and had a few more o' them magaritas.